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speculations about water and other cause and effects (or not)









although ice has not yet formed

 

brown trout have slowed
and smelt have dipped to the bottom of a murky river

and just this morning, the girl on my milk carton aged progressively

theoretically

while a local woman held her breath
too long

or

not long enough
                 
                       neighbors say, when the boys found her
                      they poked at her with a stick before a breathless chase home

 

and just last night
my own submerged hands

found a glass

broken

beneath the under side of dirty dish water


a heavy, monogrammed knife

was to blame


i think

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Namita
    January 29
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    your words haunt.. it's scary how you do that - this is amazing. the imagery is so READABLE! love this..its wonderful how poetry has the power to take you to the crudest of your own thoughts which you never even knew you had.


  • secberm
    December 18, 2009
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    Wow...


  • Captain Redundant gold member
    December 11, 2009

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    Stunning...

    I read a poem that submerged me
    with that bag of puppies
    in 1963
    Sometimes, my pen feels like that stick
    and my poems, that irridescent glaze
    that follows currents
    to Bulgaria
    to some thick woman's kitchen -
    a dim empire of grease
    Sometimes, someone writes fingers
    that entwine with entrails
    of the last chicken
    plucked
    and I ache


  • poetryality silver member
    December 2, 2009

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    Beneath the surface there's always something that makes us stop to think. Just last week a butcher knife below the suds got me at the joint in my thumb. Hope you avoided the cut. Loved where my thoughts went while reading this poem.

    As always, stunnning poetry.


    Much Love ♥

    Renee


  • tara wilson gold member
    November 30, 2009

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    Excellent, we always jump ahead in our thoughts. I feel that so much in this.
    I think underside is all one word? Wonderful poetry, it's always a pleasure reading your words.


  • dewfall
    November 24, 2009
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    hmmm

    the flipside


  • Grunts Girl silver member
    November 24, 2009

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    i have avoided this site for one particular reason...
    emotions.
    i bury them for a time and when i can face them i surface again

    i come here and find a message of a membership....
    a sign perhaps that it is my time to shed the onion?
    perhaps

    i read this
    i read this deep and hard
    and its reflection was one recently familiar

    but i drained my dirty basin water, put on a band aid and threw out the fucking knife that sliced my insides

    they say you go through layers of emotions when healing....
    i have
    the saddness
    the anger
    and now i live to confront and face it

    and i realized that my life is full.....the ability to be selfish now is exciting and the ability to love Paul 50fold is inviting.
    though i will never understand fully the mother daughter aspect of closeness, I understand its loss and think that is enough

    and then like always.... there is an abstract place i have gone

    oddly political and its feeling of disapointment?

    and Mary, I don't know why you did what you did but
    sincerely, Thank You.


    • Cat gold member
      November 25, 2009

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      you are aware within this comment is one of your most powerful poems.. ?

      i bought a month
      and got one free.. i gave it to you because i miss you around here..


      • Grunts Girl silver member
        November 25, 2009
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        you are aware within this comment is one of your most powerful poems----- i smile thinking it is the most avoided thought and yet it is the first that spills
        funny how we fight things sometimes... getting better... i feel guilty sometimes in being happy again and I know that will fade...
        I know this will be hidden within some things i write soon


  • Ariosto II. gold member
    November 23, 2009

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    From the day to day and way beyond!
    You can sure take the reader on a trip Mary Cat.

    Liked this one a lot!

    d


  • AJ Morelli gold member
    November 22, 2009

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    this is the voice i love most in your poetry...

    very nice


    al


  • knock
    November 22, 2009

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    i always find not thinking nice

    yup

    sludge-like
    but tasty


  • katfair
    November 22, 2009

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    feels like years since I was last here, but such a stark chilly welcome of wintry edges and what one finds submerged, the small details, the large metaphors beneath, the slice of life, broken, and made whole by your writing. xo Kat

    • Cat gold member
      November 22, 2009
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      i always love when you stop by


  • girl shaman
    November 22, 2009

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    i really admire the elements you come up with and i believe you are the only one i know who can rightfully execute them. its sad but true and the reality of this poem is like waking up to it in a very bright way. then again i could be full of shit either way i love the poem, keep writing


  • NurseChilly gold member
    November 22, 2009

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    oh yes, the murky waters of life and knowing all about the present and the past..
    this is deeper than still waters miss moo and i can feel the reasons behind the slow movements of tides and tales...
    bloody marvelous stuff

    • Cat gold member
      November 22, 2009
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      thank you for the lovely comment...


  • Nicolette gold member
    November 21, 2009

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    such a haunting quality to this poem...wonderful use of analogy here and so much depth

    ~ Nicolette


  • MJ Donnelly gold member
    November 21, 2009

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    "and just last night
    my own submerged hands
    found a glass broken
    beneath the under side of dirty dish water"

     

    Brilliant m, simply brilliant. Although, there are these nifty inventions now days called. 'Automatic Dishwashers,'

     


  • Cannonsfire
    November 21, 2009

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    You give us such clarity in images with this, make the mundane sound so much more than what it is, loved it, bet you get sick of me saying that lol C


  • Montey gold member
    November 21, 2009

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    The title had me hooked and I wasn't disappointed, it was so different from what I expected and had me intrigued.Good luck in the contest.Montey


  • Night Hope gold member
    November 21, 2009

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    Damnation, Woman.



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